I know a lad called Patrick, he works at my local morrisons supermarket collecting the trolleys and helping old ladies, and the like, put their shopping in their cars.
He is a nice lad with learning disabilities but the patience and kindness of a saint.
I'm dedicating this day to him, not to the saint who drove the serpents out of a freezing cold island and definatley not to the drunken celebration that st Patricks day has become.
Dublin, cork, Kerry and other Irish cities are going to stink in the morning. Mostly from pant staining wet Guinness farts.
It will be like waking up in a barrack block after everyone has been on the piss the night before.